Page 75 of The Cupcake Standard

“Then I’ll be thoroughly explored.” I stepped away, grabbing one of his hands and leading him to his bedroom. On my knees, I sat on the bed, waiting for him. I watched him stalk toward me, like a starving man approaching a feast. My thighs clenched together, and his eyes drifted down.

The front of his pants was already straining.

“I’m not sure we should go slow the first time,” I said, staring at his zipper.

He chuckled, watching me squirm under his gaze as he ran a finger along the elastic of my dress. “Not feeling very patient?”

“Patience isn’t pirate-y.” I was done playing. I grabbed the lapels of his blazer, pulling him to me with all the hunger I felt. Passion burned between us, and we kissed with a furious fusion of our mouths. I needed to touch him. Shoving at his jacket, I pushed it from his shoulders as he helped. I fumbled with the buttons of his dress shirt, barely containing my delighted moan when my fingers collided with his bare skin.

A groan rumbled through him. His hands slid to my bodice, tugging it down to my waist, baring my chest to him. He broke off our kiss to stare at me, cupping one full breast in his hand. “Easy access, indeed.”

“Derek, please.” I would implode if I didn’t have him inside me. Now. I moaned as he kneaded my breast, rolling my nipple between his agile fingers.

“Please, what?” He bent down to take my peak into his mouth, sending a jolt of electricity straight to my core.

“I need you.” I’d never said those words before, to anyone. But they felt right.

He let go, smirking up at me. “Tell me what you need, Avery.”

I’d never been very vocal in the bedroom, but this was Derek. “I need you inside me.” I tugged on the waistband of his slacks, undoing the button and drawing out his hard cock.

His eyes stayed on mine as he reached into the drawer of the end table to grab a condom. “Should I go slow and gentle?” He held the condom up, offering to let me put it on as he stepped out of his pants.

I shimmied out of my dress, then snatched the condom from his fingers, staring up at him. “I want to be plundered.” I ripped open the package and slid the condom over his thick length. “By you.”

“Plundered, huh?” His words came out a bit shaky, and I knew his grasp on his self-control was as tremulous as mine.

His lips devoured mine, then he broke away, turning me so my back was to his front. His mouth trailed down my neck, nipping, tasting, and I groaned, leaning into him. I gasped as his hand found my breast. He let go, and I didn’t resist as he bent me forward until I was on all fours with my ass in the air.

He ran a hand over my hip, sucking in a sharp breath. “Avery, you are simply exquisite.” I bucked against his touch, aching when his hand cupped my ass and he said, “Is this how you want it?”

I nodded. Yes, a thousand times, yes. I couldn’t wait much longer.

Both of his hands gripped my hips firmly, his fingers digging in. His cock teased my entrance, and I squirmed against him, even as he tightened his hold on me. He eased into me, filling me completely, then he waited. “Good?”

My ‘yes’ was mostly a hiss, and I wriggled against him, needing him to move. He didn’t disappoint, pulling out then slamming back into me as I cried out at the pressure to my G-spot. Sparks fluttered behind my closed eyelids.

“Harder,” I whispered.

My wish was his command, and he pounded into me, powerful and steady. I clenched around him, unable to believe I was so close, so fast. But I held off, wanting to savor it.

His heavy balls slapped against my pussy as he claimed me, every thrust pushing me closer to that peak. Then he let go of my hip, leaning closer to reach my clit. The extra friction shattered my tenuous hold on my self-control, and I jerked under his touch.

“Derek!” One more thrust threw me over the edge of a cliff higher than I’d ever tumbled over before, my muscles clenching with wave after wave of pleasure.

Another thrust, and he joined me, growling out my name.

I collapsed, taking him with me. “Holy shit.”

He rolled off me, his face next to mine. “The good kind I hope,” he said between breaths.

I nodded, still feeling limp. “That was intense.”

“And I haven’t even started exploring yet.”

Hardly able to move, I couldn’t resist teasing him. “Well, what are you waiting for?”

He gave a dirty look. “If I had more energy, I’d come up with something witty to say.”

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